I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All - Sex Stories

I Guess I did Need a Vacation After All

... slowly, holding her lips firmly closed around me. The effect was similar to pulling the cork out of a bottle of wine.

She held me by the base of the shaft and looked up at me with a huge, lustful smile. She licked her lips luxuriously as she bore into me with her large, rich brown eyes. Then she seemed to study my man-parts, examining every bit almost clinically. I imagined I could feel the heat of her eyes as her focus shifted everywhere over my cock and balls.

After an agonizingly long time (probably only a few seconds, really), she looked up at me again. This time, she was biting her lower lip. I was acutely aware of the extreme engorgement of my shaft as it bobbed slightly in time with my heartbeat.

“I like to take my time. I hope you don't mind,” she whispered. Before I could answer, she pushed her tongue out between her lips, slowly, luxuriously, teasing me. Never breaking eye contact, she pressed the tip of her tongue against my piss-slit. Immediately, I felt a large drop of pre-cum escape me. Marianne made a deep moaning sound as she tasted it.

“Ohhhhh, God!” I hissed through clenched teeth.

“I hope you'll enjoy this as much as I will,” she said as she gently pushed on the insides of my thighs, urging me to spread my legs a little. She dipped down and took one long slow lick, all the way from my taint, over my sack between my balls, and then up the underside of my shaft. When she reached the little triangle at the corona, she pushed more firmly with ...

... her tongue, and then began to flutter it left and right, creating almost painful pleasure.

I shuddered and involuntarily bucked my hips, causing the head of my cock to push against her lips.

“Patience is a virtue, Kevin,” she said. She had pulled back to look up at me, and she made a soft sound like an evil giggle. “Please, hold still. I promise you, I'll make it worth your while.” She grabbed my hips firmly to urge me to stay in place.

I took a few deep breaths. “I'll do my best,” I said.

“So will I.” She smiled again and set to work.

I had never really thought before about how many nerve endings I must have in my scrotum and testicles, the base of my penis, and everywhere on the shaft, let alone on the head. Marianne, apparently, already knew the answer, because she kissed, licked, and nibbled on every one of them.

I desperately needed to cum, but I struggled not to. I realized that the longer I lasted, the longer my pleasure would last.

“Don't cum yet. I'm not done with you yet,” she said.

“Then you'd better stop that right now.” I pulled her up out of the water and sat her next to me on the edge of the tub. I kissed her, hard, passionately, hungrily. She responded in kind. I could feel her one firm breast against my side, the hard nipple crushed into my ribs. I had to play with her breasts again.

I continued kissing her, alternating between forceful kisses on her mouth, and gentle pecks on her forehead, eyes, chin, and cheeks. When I first kissed ...